More than we use is more than we want.
I don't want the cheese, I just want to get out of the trap.
The average man does not know what to do with this life, yet wants another one which will last forever.
He can feel no little wants who is in pursuit of grandeur.
There are two things to aim at in life: first, to get what you want; and, after that, to enjoy it. Only the wisest of mankind achieve the second.
If God wants people to suffer, he sends them too much understanding.
If you want to gather a lot of knowledge, act as if you are ignorant.
It is not from nature, but from education and habits, that our wants are chiefly derived.
The keener the want the lustier the growth.
The things that I can't have I want, And what I have seems second-rate, The things I want to do I can't, And what I have to do I hate.
The stoical scheme of supplying our wants by lopping off our desires, is like cutting off our feet when we want shoes.
Our necessities never equal our wants.
A want becomes a have with time.
Want is a growing giant whom the coat of Have was never large enough to cover.
The fewer our wants, the nearer we resemble the gods.
The history of those who shed those other tears, the history of those anonymous millions, is what Terkel wants readers and listeners to come away with. What's it like to be that goofy little soldier, scared stiff, with his bayonet aimed at Christ? What's it like to have been a woman in a defense-plant job during World War II? What's it like to be a kid at the front lines? It's all funny and tragic at the same time.
'What war?' said the Prime Minister sharply. 'No one has said anything to me about a war. I really think I should have been told. I'll be damned,' he said defiantly, 'if they shall have a war without consulting me. What's a cabinet for, if there's not more mutual confidence than that? What do they want a war for anyway?'
We have war when at least one of the parties to a conflict wants something more than it wants peace.
Willful waste brings woeful want.
Want is a growing giant whom the coat of Have was never large enough to cover.
And to hie him home, at evening's close, To sweet repast, and calm repose. . . . . From toil we wins his spirits light, From busy day the peaceful night; Rich, from the very want of wealth, In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.
It is sheer madness to live in want in order to be wealthy when you die.
Here's a toast to your new bride who has everything a girl could want in her life, except for good taste in men!
We want men to rule the nation who care more for and love better the nation's welfare than gold and silver, fame or popularity.
If you don't know where you want to go, we will make sure you get there.